Everything felt soft in the Park today:

Full-leafed trees and golden grasses shimmered, murmured in the soft breeze and late summer sun.

The pond rippled around a lone swan and family of coots, while deer grazed and washed in the shallow, shaded water. (Only the stag’s gigantic antlers were hard, announcing next season’s¬†rutting.)

Even people seemed softened, sprawled¬†at the water’s edge.

I, having left the house somewhat scrunched, bathed and unfurled in all this softness, warmth, and light

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